Sunday, June 4, 2017

A Grouse is a bird

Here we are, a few centuries later
still fighting "the good fight"
I cleaned the fridge today-was this a creative act?
It could be similar, causing me to ask "what good did this bring?"
"was it really necessary?" "Was value involved?"
Results (almost) the same as making all this damn artwork.
Self-gratification? Here's a big difference: the refrigerator took up the same amount of space
before AND after. Not so with this useless crap called art-is it just me who thinks of the stuff that way?
Or is it even more useless to others...why did he make this shit?
Comparisons to the religious pop into my head...am i just one more sister in workduds
calling on God, with a more non-sensical plea...
Capital "F" stands for faith, make no doubt about it....but the word "faltering" comes along, trying to oust it- poking fun at the word in all its ramifications.
Penance?
How do you get away with  spending valuable time and money on things,-no, on pipe dreams-with no discernible commercial return or integrity?

Saturday, February 25, 2017

pain

It's a mystery.
Neither Laura or I know what it is.
Knowing it will not change things, but still…
After a mammography and two (count 'em) MRIs,
we know nothing except fear.

Driving home today after an early trip.
Sun bright in my eyes and, with relief,
crying to myself in the car- to the children's tune
of "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star".

Pain for what might be.
Pain for what may not be.